As the stock market crumbles, banking firms collapse, housing is horrific and war ubiquitous, a cold shiver runs down the spine thinking of Young Jeezy as a poetic prophet of the times.
The ignorant chorus of Amazin', the bafflingly proud idiocy of Word Play and the creative repetition of half the album will not deter his disciples from spending their hard-?earned scrilla on it. But DJ Toomp continues his Herculean streak of superpowered production, while machine-?gun drums dipped in Teflon synths by the don Don Cannon, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League and Shawty Redd colour the album Depression Era black.
Vocal style robberies abound: T.I. gets swindled on By The Way, 50 Cent gets Southern-fried and swagger-?jacked on Hustlaz Ambition, and slick Rick Ross-?isms also appear.